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Saturday, September 1, 2012

Desert Rice Tour Stop By Angela Scott

I was mighty grateful that he covered her up, especially when he said that death made a person look frightful, and that I shouldn't even attempt to look.
Yeah, no problem there.

"Just do it or I'll clock you upside the head." He bent down and placed his hands under her arms to get a good grip. "Grab'er feet, and when I say lift, you'd better lift, or else."

I wanted to tell him to leave me alone, and that just because he was older than me didn't give him the right to tell me what to do, but his warning look kept me from saying a word. I bent over to take hold of her feet accidently breathed in the acidic smell of decay, alcohol, and cheap perfume permeating from the sheet.

Bile burned up in my throat, and my eyes stung and began watering. I rolled my shoulders forward when my stomach lurched, but despite my body's mad attempt to force me to puke my guts out, only dry heaves followed, over and over It took a while for the waves of nausea to settle, but my head swam in dizziness and my body ached---boy, did I hurt. My legs wobbled and my insides twisted and cramped, but I didn't throw up. Once the dry heaving stopped, I swiped the back of my hand over my mouth to remove a fine line of thread of spittle from my lips.

My synopsis

Samantha and Jacob never had a great life, they're mom Larlene was addicted to drugs, men came and went throughout they're whole lives. But they were never they're mom's #1 priority. Now Jacob and Sam find themselves on the run after leaving they're trailer, where Larlene's decomposing body is left. With nowhere to go they decide to start a new life, get a job and have enough money to put food on the table. You'd think a fresh start would be easy, but it's far from it. There are always obstacles that get in your way of being truly happy.

The book was extremely well written, I liked the books twist and turns in the story she got you thinking one thing but in reality it was something else. I thought Jacob was kind of mean but I know that it was only because he cared about Sam but still sometimes I really wanted to smack him upside the head. He did everything he could to protect her and give her all the love she deserved since they're mom never showed them what love was. Although leaving like that was a big mistake, I thought Jacob was being really responsible to find a job and try to feed and take care of Sam. Even though he was still young himself.Sam seemed fine at first but I knew something was up once I truly got to know her. She had a hard time putting up with all the rules that Jacob assigned, she is a kid but she also had to realize that it wasn't good for her to just leave the apartment what if something worse had happened to her when she would talk to strangers. Then again if he would have told her the truth or if she had remember what had happened before maybe then she wouldn't have done all those crazy things. But I ended up loving her character even when she would make you want to pull out your own hair. Plus she had a rough life.I was surprised by how good this book was, what am I saying it was way better than good. I recommend it if you like mysterious/crime books. It had alot of twist and turns. A great storyline and characters Boone was my favorite! I read this in one sitting so I guarantee you'll enjoy it.

Author Bio

I hear voices. Tiny fictional people sit on my shoulders and whisper their stories in my ear. Instead of medicating myself, I decided to pick up a pen, write down everything those voices tell me, and turn it into a book. I'm not crazy. I'm an author. For the most part I write contemporary Young Adult novels.

However, though a writing exercise that spiraled out of control, I found myself writing about zombies terrorizing the Wild Wild West- and loving it. My zombies don't sparkle and they don't cuddle. At least I wouldn't suggest it.

I live on the benches of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains with two lovely children, one teenager, and a very patient husband. I graduated from Utah State University with a B.A. degree in English, not because of my love for the written word but because It was the only major that didn't require math. I can't spell, and grammar is my arch nemesis. But they gave me the degree, and there are no take backs.

As A child I never sucked on a pacifier; I chewed on a pencil. I've been writing that long. It has only been the past few years that I've pursued it professionally, forged relationships with other like-minded individuals, and determined to make a career out of it.

You can find me at my website, where I blog obsessively about my writing process and post updates on my current works. I'm also on Twitter and Facebook. But be forewarned, I tweet and post more than a normal person.Blog
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